Memory Lane Up In The Headlights Novels & Stories

The sound echoed through the empty space like a gunshot. The moment the lock clicked, the artificial strength holding Lane upright cracked. She sank slowly onto the edge of the bed, the cold air raising goosebumps on her skin. She wrapped the silk sheet around her shoulders, staring blankly at the moonlit floor as memories she had buried deep began to resurface. She remembered the day the world ended.

Author’s POV Traffic on the elevated highway was light. Ryan was nearly at the main road leading to the hospital. One more intersection, and he would see the lit sign of Central Memorial Hospital. But at that moment, his gaze snapped to the rearview mirror. An unusually bright pair of headlights was closing in fast from behind. This was no ordinary overtake. It was aimed directly at them. Ryan’s expression darkened. He recognized the car instantly. "Hold on!" he snapped. Serena’s heart jolted. Before she could react, the car swerved violently to the right, narrowly dodging the first ram. The black sports car scraped past their rear bumper, tires screaming on the wet ground.

The timestamp on the photo was seventeen minutes ago. Seventeen fucking minutes. I'm already late. My foot slams the accelerator harder. Horns blare. I weave between cars as if they're standing still. The headache that's been gnawing at my skull since yesterday is now a full-on sledgehammer behind my left eye, but the pain is distant. Everything is distant except the photo tattooed into the back of my eyelids. Astrid.

“Oh, I can’t wait for us to go down memory lane together. Maybe coming back here will unlock it all. Or will it just drive you crazy?” I took deep breaths, trying to focus on what he was saying, but it was hard when it felt like a balloon was inflating inside my head, filling every inch of my skull. “Yeah, it might just break you,” he chuckled. “Fuck you…” Shane continued to laugh, unbuckled his seatbelt, and stepped out of the car. Moments later, he came to my side and pulled me out. Without thinking, I headbutted him. He groaned and staggered back, giving me an opening to run. But I had only taken a few steps before old memories assaulted me, causing my head to pound. I screamed and fell t

Aeriol showed Stella the rose, it is shining bright red. “This rose showed up the night of the first full moon after the incident happened. Lynx and I think this may be connected to your memories” he explained averting his eyes to Lynx “So these memories? They are not real?” “Yes, but—” he paused and point to Stella’s heart “The memories of all this full month are real,” he said hoping this will ease anything. “You are my best friend,” Lala said as she pulls Stella into a hug. “I know” she smiled washing away the scattered files of herself in her brain.

When he turned toward Gladys’s approaching car, its blinding headlights suddenly flashed directly into his eyes. And then— Something violently struck inside his head. Ryan collapsed into a sitting position, clutching his head as an intense pain shot through his skull. A sharp screech filled the night as Gladys slammed on the brakes. “Ahh!” Ryan cried out, pressing both hands against his head. And then… A rush of fragmented memories suddenly flooded back into his mind.

“I just need a minute, okay?” He studies me, then nods once. “I’m right here,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.” “I know.” That’s the only thing I’m sure of right now. I lean back against the wall, closing my eyes for a second. Just to breathe and reset. Then I feel something shift. A flicker of a memory that isn’t quite mine. A dark road. Headlights. Impact. My eyes snap open. No. Not now. I push it down immediately, my hand pressing to my chest like I can physically hold it there.

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Moan is calmed, or perhaps shaken, when he sees the two indistinguishable containers with the cobwebs that won't light up again until he figures out how to get Melido out of the skytrain station that Peter filled us around. My vision is blurred for the umpteenth time, more than despite the tears in my eyes I discovered how to see something on the metal top of the container that has a place with Melido. Around the top is direct tape, which warrants a couple of compound words in dark marker. I gave him the unlimited minimum at our memorial and I don't remember. I try to see that memory, I try hard, however, the main thing that strikes a chord are the things that I definitely know, the couple o

The Dom Pérignon Champagne was still registered to me ; I’d take it . The streets were half-empty , but my head was anything but clear . Every mile I drove , her face haunted me — those eyes , the way she said my name like it meant something . I shouldn’t have cared , but I did . Then headlights flashed ; too close , too fast . My vision blurred . Metal screamed . The world spun into black . ********************** Elena’s POV When I finally woke , sunlight poured through the curtains . My body ached in ways I’d never felt before : a mix of soreness and something else I couldn’t name .